Yes, struggle for a locked door

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Before Emilu could stumble back onto her feet, Abigail was already gone. Emily sucked her pacifier in shock, seeing the room was still only half charged. Her instincts told her to run, that she needed to change Abigail not just because she was a big girl, but because she was one of the few that could resist the spell’s effects.

Emily tried to chase her out of the bathroom, losing her in the empty hallway until she heard a door knob click back shut. Without hesitating she ran her best to the source of the noise, seeing one of the classrooms, only one, had its lights on.

“Abbi!” She shouted. “Wet me in! I know you gots to have a pull up oh a diapie undah youw skirt!”

“Leave me alone!” The girl said behind the locked door. “You aren’t the real Emily!”

Emily pouted across the door. “Am too!” She barked as she tried to study her options. She tried to focus on the stupid door, making the stupid lock go away. She grabbed the door knob with both hands doing everything to change it. A pink aura grew from her hands and started to expand. The door on her side started to turn from dark brown to a bright pink, as the pocket of her alternate reality expanded and spread across all of the nearby floors and walls. It must’ve started to reach the other side too because pretty soon she heard another yelp from Abigail.

On the other side of the door Abigail held both hands to the pink painted wood, shouting back at Emily. “Whatever this is, stop!” She barked. Suddenly a blue aura spread across her side of the door, changing it back to the varnished brown. Emily could see it spreading back onto her side and gasped. She stepping away and saw all of her progress disappear. The door was back to normal.

“Abbi youw powafull!” She giggled. “I’d be impwessed if I didn’t hafta diapie you! But since I do, I’s gots to get cweative.”

Emily looked down at her bulging breasts tucked under her onesie. They felt so full and cozy under her soft clothes. She didn’t even notice the lack of her bra. She stared hard and put both of her hands to her boobs.

“Dat stupid pway time coach put me in dis stupid ting. So I cants pull my boobies out right now. Unless…” She giggled, focusing on her clothes as she felt it slowly change.

Her onesie stayed mostly the same, except for the collar becoming deeper and a trim between the left and right sides getting joined by a pair of large pink buttons. The cut became longer and longer until it reached the middle of her boobies, only kept covered by the buttons. She giggled as she clumsily undid them and felt her magically enhanced boobies bounce free from their soft confinement.

“Done!” She cheered. “Abbi, watch youw feetsies!”

She pressed herself back against the door and gladly felt dripples of milk slowly leak from her chest. She moaned in near ecstasy as the drips slowly increased until they were a small pair of streams. Thick white milk was eventually GUSHING from her boobies without them losing their size or shape. Then pretty soon the dark brown door turned the same bright white, the floor turning into soft carpets where it pooled up. Then Emily saw it seep under the altered door.

“Twy to change dat back, Abbi!” She taunted, blowing a raspberry against the door.

“Oh no… wh-what is this?!” Abigail shrieked.

“My milky!” Emily giggled. “Just what a gwoing baby needs.”

Emily tried to turn the door knob again. This time the lock was gone, but she still felt Abigail putting her weight against the door. She tried to press back against it with everything, but could tell Abbi was still stronger than her. She kept pressing and throwing her weight against it again and again as she heard Abigail sounding increasingly ****. She pushed, and pushed, and then eventually the door gave in. When it finally swung open Emily watched the shocked Abigail fall onto the padded floor. Her clothes, they were…